3 Thoughts on Pastors Denying Their Faith

A few high-profile pastors/authors/leaders in the Church have recently and publicly denied their faith, most notably Josh Harris, who greatly influenced my generation with his books and conferences.  I even met him once and felt like he and his wife could have easily been some of my best friends if geography had allowed.

When I heard he’d left his wife and renounced his faith, I had three reactions in rapid succession:

  1. If ever we needed proof that men are under serious spiritual attack in this nation, here it is.  Good men are so needed in this world, godly men even more so.  We need them to be leaders, protectors, advocates for the weak, defenders of right and truth.  Strong, decent men who love God are becoming so rare this single girl is sometimes tempted to believe they’re extinct.  Our society is so mixed up on what a man should be, it actually ridicules good men and exalts ridiculous ones.  And the church is sometimes not far behind.  I honestly believe that men are Satan’s target right now.  We need to pray fervently for the men in our lives and for manhood as a whole in this country.
  2. We need to be diligent to guard ourselves and never be so proud that we believe we’re safe from falling hard.  If these men, who presumably were in constant communion with God, studying His Word and often caring for His sheep, can take enough false steps to fall this far out of reality, what makes me think I’ll never stray that far?  Whether you believe that it’s possible to lose salvation or not, anyone can see these men are in a spiritually dangerous place.
  3. This is a good reminder that our hope is not in pastors, or denominations, or belief systems, or even the Church at large.  We are not embarrassed that a Christian leader would do this.  Our hope is in God.  God has not changed though these men have.   Nor are we are ashamed that we sat under their teachings or ever believed anything they said.  We believe the gospel, and anything these men preached we tested against Scripture.  We are not ashamed of the gospel.  No mere human can destroy it, Christian or not.  They can’t change what Christ has done.

 

I am terribly sad for these men and their loved ones.  I cannot imagine having a husband or father turn his back on God.  There’s no worse place in the world to be than not believing in what Christ did on the cross.  I really ought to feel the same weight of sorrow over every unsaved sinner I know.  Maybe it seems worse because we thought these men were saved sinners–they had the truth of it in their mouths, and we thought they had it also in their hearts.

There is always good in whatever God does.  Perhaps this is part of the pruning of His church.  Perhaps there will be faith strengthened as other men (and women) see the pit of despair and take heed not to fall in.

In his Instagram announcement, Josh Harris said “no group has the market cornered on grace.”  He’s right.  No group does.  But God does.  He has the market cornered on everything good: grace, peace, love, salvation…

Christ is the only answer worth having; we must cling to Him.

 

 

**There have been a myriad of posts and articles on Harris’ apostasy.  I found this to be the most helpful.

 

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Thoughts for a friend

I can’t say that I know what you’re going through, because I actually don’t.  But I don’t need specifics to know that you need encouragement, that you need to hear a story of God working.

This past year I’ve seen a pattern in my life, which I believe also indicates some spiritual attack. It seemed that every time I had an amazing moment or some revelation from God, any time I was seemed to be up on a mountain with Him, I’d get slammed back down to the ground. I felt like the girl in the movie “Bounce”–I only went up so I could go back down, and the higher I went the harder I hit the ground.  Its a lot like being slammed into the ground over and over.

Except…

God.

He was actually the one constant.

I was so tired of bouncing, so tired of valleys.  I complained to Him a lot, and cried a lot (I cry a lot, even for a girl).  But I started seeing how He was building my faith through it.  I hated it while it was happening, every time it happened, but I began to recognize His hand on me and on my life.  I knew that God hadn’t slipped off His throne or turned His head for a moment and dropped me.  I suspected occasional attacks from Satan (I think he gets both not enough credit and too much credit), but I held onto the belief that my God was more powerful and that His love for me would only send good.  Even circumstances that, by my estimation, could not possibly be for my good, are only sent from His sovereign hand for my ultimate good.  (I’m beginning to think that “good” from my perspective is a little shortsighted.)

My life is not necessarily amazing now, I still have occasional valleys, and some days and or weeks I struggle to find motivation beyond getting up and doing my duty for the day.  I don’t know what good will come of what I’ve been going through, except this: my faith.  It is stronger.  Not necessarily in a tangible way, only that now I have a sense of having been through fire and having been upheld by the hand of my God.  I’ve had to decide whether I will follow Him regardless of what He sends or what He withholds.  I’ve had to decide if I trust Him to do me good and not evil.  It’s a powerful thing to receive anything from His hand.

I don’t think anything I share will change your life, but maybe you’ll be encouraged that others have been (or are still) in hard places, too, and that God’s hand is still on you.

I’ll be praying that God does for you what He’s done for me.  Only He can change you from the inside out and build your faith till it is unshakable.  I’ll pray that you begin to crave Him above everything else life could offer.  He Himself is the best reward of all.

—And this from a girl who struggles to spend any time in the Word let alone daily, who still sometimes wonders if God forgot about her when He made romance (or if maybe He’s just deliberately withholding it), who sins regularly and sometime spectacularly, who has no earthly idea how she still trusts in this God of hers… But this God of mine has been gracious enough to give me the gift of faith and to build it continuously.  He is truly a merciful God!



P.S.  Authors who have encouraged me in my faith this past year: John Piper and Elisabeth Elliot.  Elliot in particular has a blunt way of explaining life and faith and perspective that gets my attention every time.  Also, Ann Voskamp’s blog A Holy Experience, one post of which I recently shared on FB.  I know I’m recommending mostly women, but they SEE God and express their faith in ways that build my faith.


Begin

Begin with worship.

For the ache that never seems to ease
For the hurt unknown to others
For the unfulfilled longings of decades
For the character flaws that rip through your life
For the you you can’t stand
For the you you want to be
For the relationships complicated and convoluted
For the imperfect longing for perfection
For the pain reaching for tenderness….

Begin with worship.

wait

        Waiting for the known

Waiting for the unknown

                   anticipation vs. hope

Anticipation sees what is coming.
 Any delay of the reward  
  while frustrated wriggle-inducing, only 
   enhances the excitement.  Children 
  are looking at presents under the tree.
 He's about to get to the good part of the 
story.  She knows what he's about to ask.
                                 Wait for it...

  Hope can have anticipation.
 But deferred too long, might begin 
a slow death.
 Sometimes hope has assurance of the outcome--
     Christ will return.
    It only needs to be reminded of truth to revive.
   But then there is merely 
  the dearly wished for "perhaps one day", 
 and there are no assurances.  
Hope must become at once both watchful and content.

Balance needed. 
  Remembering.
    Not confusing one kind of hope with the other.
   Keep track of truth,
  not confusing dreams with the promises of God. 

Yet truth keeps the heart in its place 
 in all things.
   While all wishes are not promised 
     to come true, 
every need is promised to be met.

                                 Sufficient.

So the waiting 
     continues.
     begins.
     renews.

Hope springs eternal, 
 and when the spring dries 
  up, 
God pours in His water.

            God pours in HIS water...

ireland